The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for March 26, 2012
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March 27, 2012
Transcript:
Chicken: They want my thighs. From them I hide. It's no use. Will I be fried? Hark! Feet! Heart... beats. Dark-meat? They want my thighs. Thank you.
Here we flockBirds of a feather….Hoping there’s safety in sticking together.Colonel SandersIs trying to get us…McDonald’s has room for us… with plenty of lettuce…
Here we read poetry,And savor the Arts…while even on PBSthey’re cooking our parts.Where is the justice?Why are they vicious…Oh, to be born not half so delicious!